Tales of a genius ex-streetwalker have skyrocketed in international popularity. Therefore, I am re-posting previous posts to the front page. I am always appalled at the low quality of early writings. I made many improvements. Merry Christmas 2018.
“Are you a boy or a girl?” The first time a man pulled over to the curb and asked me this question in Downtown Honolulu, I was more than a little offended. Was he trying to say I was ugly? I angrily asserted that I was a woman, just maybe a little tired from “runnin’ ‘em hard” or “chronic-ing” local slang for choosing drugs over sleep for several consecutive days. I answered the question honestly. Yes, I was a female, no I had never been a male at any point in my life. The standard anatomical female body was, to my enormous surprise, declined time after time. I’m talking at least 100 times since I started in the companion
When people asked if I was a boy or a girl I was surprised by how often I had the wrong answer. Other women said they were often asked the same gender vlarification qurstion. I was advised not to take offense. As a person who was easily offended I had a difficult time following this advice. How could a female impersonator beat me in the rankings of most attractive hooker on Kuhio Street? Hey, it was not the typical beauty contest title, but IIhad awarded myself the top spot and did not care for rejection. “Haven’t you ever heard a guy] say”hat looks too good to be a female? The prettiest mahus are prettier than women. They try harder and they take better care of themselves than women. It’s a compliment.”
Years later, I fell in love with Ken, at first aaclient who became a friend who became my love (unreciprocated). Ken passed away in 2017. He was my best friend and loved me as much as he could. He was partly gay. He taught me a lot about the flexible nature of sexual preference. I wanted to know him better so I interviewed many men about their involvement with mahus and other guys. I want to tell the world what I learned so no one has to reach the end of his life feeling abnormal. Ken did not deserve the conflict between what he felt and what he “should” feel. Here is what I learned that I want to you dear Readers, to take to heart.
IT IS COMMON FOR MEN TO HAVE SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS WITH OTHER MEN. COMMON.
My Ken lived his whole life never knowing that his desires were common. These male same sex encounters are not “counted” as homosexuality for many reasons I will explore in our time together. One of these reasons is that, an act is not a gay act if the other guy looks like a woman. I now understand that the men were not asking me simply because they thought I was a man, although I am sure some did. The blunt truth was that scores of men hoped I was a man. One guy described his best case scenario: beautiful face, trim body, and male genetalia. I did not fit the bill. “You’re do pretty, you would be perfect if you had a c**k,” someone once commented with real regret.
Stay tuned for what I did in an attempt to profitably fill this common male desire. And get more money for dope, and latet in my career, life expenses I did not have on the street.